Sanoja: Children. Autumn Breeze.

When the Summer shuts her eyes,
Naughty Autumn Breeze
Steals away the pretty leaves
From all the forest's trees.

Then they stand so bare and cold
In the frosty air,
Till old Winter comes along
And finds them shiv'ring there.


Kind old Winter pities them,
When the cold winds blow,
So he wraps them snug and warm
In cloaks of fluffy snow.